shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 147 Sword Dance
I don't know how this day passed, as soon as I closed and opened my eyes, the dark sky fell.

Song Qing'an held the incense in her hand, her eyes drooping, she was lost in thought.

"Princess, it's time to go to bed, and I have to get up early tomorrow."

Zhu Yan walked in lightly, reminding her in a low voice.

Song Qing'an only told her that Pei Qing would come early tomorrow, but didn't say what the specific reason was.Zhu Yan was very obedient and didn't ask any more questions, treating herself as an outsider who knew nothing.

Seeing that Song Qing'an in front of her still didn't move, she took a step behind her.

The candlelight reflected half of Song Qing'an's face, and Zhu Yan saw that her eyelashes trembled slightly, so she knew that she must have heard it.

"The servant girl is going down first... Call the servant girl if the princess has any orders."

Zhu Yan thought she had something on her mind, so she wanted to back away.

"and many more."

Unexpectedly, Song Qing'an suddenly stopped her, and looked back quietly, his eyes were as cold as the night.

"Princess……?"

Seeing that Song Qing'an had no more text, Zhu Yan couldn't help reminding in a low voice.

"Its business..." Song Qingan looked down at the incense stick in his hand, "You send some news to brother."

She paused, then added: "Be careful, don't get caught. It's best...just let them touch some tails."

Although Song Qing'an didn't say it clearly, Zhu Yan still understood.She was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Didn't the princess just say that..."

"I didn't say that I should fully inform my brother."

The corners of Song Qing'an's lips curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Just let them have some traces that can be traced."

Zhu Yan pursed her lips, and responded in a low voice.

Song Qingan looked away again, pinched the incense and knocked it on the edge of the small incense burner, shaking off the ash, the red spot on the top lit up for a moment, then went dark again.

Song Qing'an took a deep breath, put the incense away carefully, turned around and said lightly, "Go to bed."
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Before dawn, Song Qing'an was awakened by a rhythmic tapping sound.

She half-opened her eyes in a daze, and turned her head to look sideways, only to see the curtain by the side of the couch lifted, and a snow-white figure stood beside her.

Song Qing'an didn't come back to his senses for a while, so he just half-closed his eyes and stared at that figure for a long time.After a while, her chaotic mind finally cleared up, and Song Qing'an was jolted up, half awake.

The knocking sound was still unhurriedly ringing above her head, as if urging her to die, but now the surroundings were silent, and the knocking sound seemed particularly empty.

"The princess is awake?"

The knocking sound stopped abruptly, and Song Qing'an also heard a familiar voice, and then let go of his heart.

She moved her body and found herself in a cold sweat.

"...It scared me to death."

Song Qing'an turned over and reached out to reach him.Pei Qing chuckled and took her hand.

"If it weren't for this, the princess wouldn't wake up so quickly."

Pei Qing's fingertips stroked her palm gently, as if to soothe her frightened heartbeat.

Song Qingan lay on his side, holding one hand.Half of her face was covered by her hair, her heartbeat gradually slowed down with the rhythm of his caress, and the drowsiness that had been dispelled before surrounded her again, Song Qing'an let out a "huh" and closed her eyes again.

"Pei's palm print...it will be later..."

Her voice was hoarse, and her tone was drawn out due to sleepiness, as if she was acting like a baby to him.

The tip of the heart seemed to be brushed by a feather, bringing a soft numbness.The corners of Pei Qing's lips twitched unconsciously, and then said coldly: "No."

Song Qingan took his hand and shook it lightly.

Pei Qing didn't change her face, she seemed unmoved at all: "Princess, get up quickly, if it's later, our family can't guarantee the princess's dignity."

Song Qingan snorted and moved to the side of the couch.He wobbled and stood up.Xu Shi was not fully awake yet, but after she came together, she felt dizzy for a while, leaned back uncontrollably, and was about to fall down again.

With sharp eyesight and quick hands, Pei Qing hugged her in her arms.

Song Qing'an was buried in his waist and abdomen, blinking his eyes that seemed to be dazed, and a subtle smile crossed his lips.

She raised her arms to wrap his arms around him, gently rubbed her cheek against his clothes, and leaned on him as if she had no bones: "Later, Pei Qing..."

Pei Qing laughed, seeing through her little trick.He stretched out his index finger and tapped her forehead lightly, and moved her face away: "Princess, don't try to hide."

"Alright alright."

Song Qing'an knew that these tricks were useless, but he just wanted to procrastinate for a little more time to rest.Seeing this situation, she didn't rely on Pei Qing anymore, and let go of the couch by herself.

With her waist empty, Pei Qing felt a little regretful.With a smirk, he smoothed out the folds on the snowsuit, and followed with steps.

Song Qing'an briefly washed and washed her hair, and pulled up her neatly tied hair.

She stood in the courtyard, her hair behind her was blown by the wind, and when the light didn't move, she looked a little bluffing.

Pei Qing took out the folding fan again, and tapped on her arms and back one by one.

"The princess is weak and weak, so she has to start from the basics first."

He spoke slowly, watching Song Qingan straighten his back unconsciously, with a smile in his eyes.

"There is nothing to practice on the first day, so the princess will... run around the courtyard for two incense sticks."

Song Qingan's heart shuddered at his words.

"...Pei's palm print."

"No."

"...Mu Zhi."

"...no."

"Pei Qing..."

Pei Qing's forehead twitched, he raised his hand to hold it down, and said for a long time, "...a stick of incense."

Song Qing'an still wanted to push forward, she showed a smile: "Pei's palm print, I have heard that the sword dance is chic and unrestrained, and it is amazing. Can Pei's palm print let me see it?"

Pei Qing raised her lips, under the dusky sky, his face was pale and gloomy due to his snow suit.This slight smile brought out a lot of evil spirits, and it seemed that he had no good intentions.

"Does the princess really want to see it?"

Song Qingan's heart trembled when he laughed, and a chill rose for no reason.

But in order to achieve her goal, she still nodded stubbornly, with a calm and calm face.

Pei Qing tapped her toes, and the strong wind swept past her eyes.When Song Qingan turned his head, he was already standing behind him,
"Then the princess will be fine."

When he casually whispered behind him, Song Qing'an's heart beat inexplicably faster.

The wrist tightened suddenly, Song Qing'an lowered his eyes, and found that Pei Qing was holding his hand, using the folding fan as a sword, so he led her to do a sword dance together.

As soon as he started to move, the laziness and laziness around him dissipated immediately, and turned into a murderous and fierce one.That folding fan was also like a real sharp sword, carrying a chill and blood.

Although she didn't need her efforts at all, Song Qing'an was almost taken away by Pei Qing, her body was moving uncontrollably, and she also felt a little flustered about losing control.

Tightening her waist, Pei Qing hugged her, and suddenly jumped onto the eaves.

If the glazed tile roof is under the sun, it is naturally bright and dazzling.But at this time, the sky was dim, and these glazed roofs seemed to weigh tens of thousands of catties, pressing down dully.

Song Qingan felt quite insecure standing here, hugging Pei Qing's waist tightly, for fear of slipping and falling.

As soon as she raised her head, she saw palace walls and palace houses stacked one after another, and she couldn't see the end, and suddenly felt suffocated and suffocated.

(End of this chapter)